You’ll see the Czar’s embroidered pillow
Gold and red by candlelight
The dreamer says: I can smother him
Just watch…and Boris Gudonov’s clock
Ticks just off stage
Like Braille
“C’mon,” says Carl Jung,
“You did it,”
“We gotta get back to the minotaur’s house…”
But the dream goes on
Alexander Palace
A hive, a loom
The despot growing cold, face up
Windows open
One can fly straight out
Planet of the Blind 